I'll tell you - Slightly Edgy.
Perhaps Full of rage. Make that Incandescent Rage.
I feel so fed up that I'd like to slap everyone across the face with a Wet Flounder.
I can see that I've now Officially Gone a Little Too Far. I'll be getting phone calls from concerned friends asking me in the special tone of voice that they reserve for speaking to Wounded Mental Patients if I'm OK.
Actually, I'm fine. It's about time that I got a little angry after the way I've been treated. And don't ask me what I mean by that. Let's just say that I've been treated like Gum on the Sole of my ex-partner's shoe for too too long, which is a fabulous quote from I think Rosanne Arnold. She said it after she broke up with Tom Arnold.
Or maybe Cher said it although I can't think who she was breaking up with. It seems so long since she's been married or been with anybody.
Anyway, it was some celebrity or other.
I've discovered a wonderful way to express rage is by wearing high heels. They make the most angry clacking sound when you walk in them.
This past week we've all been made to do Exam Supervision which means being trapped in the School Hall for fifty-five minutes at a time while a hundred girls sit in rows of desks & suck on their pencils & look worried or bored. We're supposed to 'Invigilate' which means roaming the aisles like a pack of Death Eaters from 'Harry Potter' looking out for potential cheaters.
Honestly, it's worse that a Bad Day in Purgatory.
But I decided to wear my Loudest High Heels to Exam Supervision. I'm sure the sound of me merrily clacking down the aisles like I'm on the runway for Ralph Lauren really sent everyone's nerves on edge. It felt fabulous. And I just loved the pained looks on the faces of my Fellow Colleagues who were also on Supervision with me. They, of course, Tiptoe which I'm never going to do again.
But not quite Now.
I'm having too much fun with High Heels & Flounders.